the road under your feet is dusty, it seems to wind up endless among the bushes, slowly going upwards to the hills. its been some hours since you saw me aproaching far away – like a giant finger pointing into the blue sky. of course you have heard stories about it, but now you see it with your own eyes and stare with amazement as you come closer to the thick walls, which seem to glow in a dark, hypnotizing blue. finally, after travelling for days you reached your goal, and you stand before the mighty gate – the gate to my heart